I have not been sat here in months thanks to you
And I've got to admit, I did miss the view,
The stars splattered across the blue-black sky
And the freckles across the paper-white skin
And the feeling of the gravel under my back
And the hand thrown across my thigh
And the sound of the cars as they drive by as we lie
And the sound of your breathing under my head
And the taste of the air
And the taste of you
And the smell of the petrol
And your perfume
And the sky and your skin
And the ground and your hand and you and you and you
I've got to admit I missed the view
Though the view looked far better with you
Image Credit: Yeshi Kangrang